we secretly envy their peace with time
in our obsession with controlling it
we have also become it's slaves
and chased away the good spirits
maybe that is the way it is
they like an occasional walk-about
to let the owner play and grow
and come back when missed
in the longest love affair
between the beast and the angel
between being and nothingness
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